Scene Partners Ch. 02

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I awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee.

My mind raced to piece together the events from the night before. Here I was lying naked in a strange bed. My head ached. Apparently I’d drunk too much beer and smoked a little too much pot and…

Sucked D’s cock several times. Holy shit. I’d sucked off my scene partner. Not just once, not just twice but I think at least three times before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I studied the impression of his body on the empty sheets next to me. He wasn’t there but I could smell him. The air was heavy with the smell of beer, pot and D’s musky, manly scent. I breathed in deeply through my nostrils.

I realized it hadn’t been some alcohol-drug-fueled dream.

I’d let another man kiss me and I’d kissed him back. I had run my hands over his hard, beautiful body and held his black cock in my hands. Oh my God his cock. I’d held it, kissed and licked it and taken it into my mouth wantonly. I swallowed his thick, creamy load. Twice? Three times?

The night before was a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces.

I placed my hands on my belly. Vague memories of his warm cum filling it drifted into focus.

I was a cocksucker. I’d sucked another guy off and swallowed his load. Just thinking about all of it made my brain race and my cock twitch.

Was I gay? Does sucking one cock make you gay? What if you suck the same one cock several times? What if you swallow every drop of salty, tangy cum and then lick your lips after? What if you kiss the guy and press your glazed lips against his, tasting each other’s cum and want to do it all over again once you both recover?

I’m pretty sure all of those things made you gay.

Maybe I’d been having these feelings about D ever since that night he took off his shirt performing that scene in class. I remembered how the women around me had reacted but…

Had I reacted the same way? Secretly? Had I looked at his hard, black body, his muscles, his six pack and bellybutton and had the same feelings as the women?

Had I found him attractive? Sexy?

Yes. The answer was simple and yet so profound.

I was a queer…a fag. I’d never had a gay thought in my life and in just one night…after just a few hours…

Okay, okay, there was that one time at summer camp when the boy in the next bunk taught me how to jerk off. He’d taken my cock in his hand and I’d held his and we both…but we were just stupid kids experimenting. Right? That doesn’t count.

What if I told you we went out into the woods one night and he kissed me? Or that every time I saw him talking to another boy I felt a little jealous? I was 12. I was young and silly and none of that meant anything. I hadn’t done anything like that since. I hadn’t thought about guys in that way. I wasn’t gay.

Then I lifted D’s pillow to my face and breathed in.

I remembered how soft his lips had been. I remembered how his cock had tasted, the roughness of it. It was like velvet.

My cock stirred a little.

Yeah. I was gay. No straight guy would be smelling the pillow of the guy he’d spent the night with in the same bed. No real straight guy would have thoughts like the ones I was having or done the things I’d done and wanted so badly to do again.

I was gay. Right?

It was way too big a question to try and answer without coffee. I searched for my boxer briefs and found them across the room. I slipped them on and did my best to adjust my morning wood.

I walked out towards the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee.

D was waiting for me. As I approached the kitchen and sat on a stool at the counter, he was waiting to pour me a cup of Joe. He glanced down at my waking cock but just grinned.

He was wearing tight white Calvin Klein boxer briefs which hugged his package and hard, gorgeous ass perfectly.

Oh God. I was looking at his cock and ass. I was gay. At the very least I was gay for D.

Then his voice broke my trance.

“How you take it?”

I looked up and saw he was holding out the coffee pot.

“Your coffee? How you take it?”

“Black,” I said with a grin.

We both started laughing.

He poured me a cup, grabbed his own and joined me at the counter. He looked into my eyes and waited. His hazel eyes sparkled. I knew what he wanted. I knew what he was asking. I leaned forward and kissed him. I felt those soft, thick lips press into mine.

He pulled away from me and said, “Good morning.”

We sat there sipping our coffees, looking into each other’s eyes.


“Yeah,” I said.

“Big night,” he said, raising his mug and taking a big sip.

“Huge,” I said finding myself swimming in those hazel eyes.

“Any regrets?” he asked.

“None,” I said.

He leaned forward and kissed me again. Our tongues entwined. I tasted his coffee. D apparently liked it sweet.

My hand slipped between his legs to give his semi-hard cock a squeeze.

“You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do,” I said, leaving my hand on the front of his underwear, feeling bağdatcaddesi escort his cock grow under my touch.

“We were a little drunk and high,” he said, gently stroking my cheek with his left hand.

“We were more than a little of anything,” I said, squeezing his erection, “I’m not going to say that I’m not freaked out because I am.”

“Fair enough,” he said, “And very understandable.”

“I’m not sure who or what I am right now.”

“You’re you,” he said, leaning in and kissing me.

“I know but what does that mean?”

“I’m not going to label you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I’m not sure what I’m asking,” I said, my hand still in his lap, his hand on my face.

“You’re incredibly sexy and I loved everything we did last night.”

“You’re the first guy I ever-“

“I know,” he said.

“And I liked what we did last night. I like you. I-“

“If you grabbed your stuff and walked out the front door and didn’t look back, I would understand. I hope you don’t, but I would totally get it.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Sorry. Please finish,” he said, pulling his hand away and leaning into the back of the barstool.

“I was going to say I like you,” I reached into his underwear and grabbed his cock. “And I love your black cock. I love the way it feels and the way it tastes.”

“You do?”

“Fuck yeah. And I want to do all of it again.”

He stood. I swiveled my stool to face him. He stepped between my legs and I reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing it and feeling it tense under my touch.

D leaned down and kissed my mouth. Then he dragged his lips to my cheek and kissed me again. I closed my eyes as his lips pressed against my ear. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine to the very tip of my cock.

Then he whispered, “Would you care to join me in the shower?”

I stood. I let my body melt into his. Our cocks smashed together as we kissed and held each other tightly.

D reached down and grabbed my cock through my damp briefs. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and squeezed. He pulled and I had no choice but to follow him towards the bathroom. He led me by my throbbing erection and I followed like an eager puppy.

When we stepped into his bathroom, we undressed one another. We slid down each other’s boxer briefs and kicked them across the tiled floor. Our cocks sprang up. I let them rub together, admiring the rich contrast in skin tone and texture. Mine was smooth. His was thick and heavily veined. My cock head was pinkish, while his was a deep purple. Both were dripping with excitement.

D bent to turn on the shower. I couldn’t help but give his ass a smack as bent over the tub to reach the handles.

“Careful,” he said playfully, “I give as good as I get and I love a good spanking.”

My cock twitched.

D held out his hand and we stepped into the shower. The water hit our bodies and rinsed away the sweat and sex from the previous night’s games. I closed my eyes, fully prepared for what was about to happen. At least, what I thought, what I hoped was about to happen.

The water cascaded down my body. I sensed D behind me. Then I felt his hands on my back and then my shoulders. I stood there on wobbly legs as he gently soaped my body from my neck to my toes.

When he reached my butt I gasped. I don’t know why. I guess maybe it just startled me or maybe it was because I knew where all of this was going.

D massaged and soaped my buttocks and with each pass let his soapy fingers slide deeper into and along my crack. I instinctively (instinctively?) widened my stance and he kissed my neck. Fingers grazed my virgin opening and I whimpered.

D slid his fingers over and around my body and his soapy hands found my erection. He stroked me as kissed my neck and shoulders. I was so horny at that point I would have done anything for him.

After a few pumps he handed me the loofa. I took it gladly and returned all the delicious favors he’d just given me. I washed every inch of his body. Every. Inch.

I took my time washing his cock. I just wanted to see it and hold it. I also wanted it inside me. Wherever he chose was fine with me.

I leaned down and gave the head a kiss. I then let three or four inches slip into my mouth. I felt D’s hands on my back as I sucked him for a minute or two.

I pulled off, stood and kissed him.

“Please,” was all I said.

“Please what, Baby Boy?”

“Please fuck me, D,” I said.

I turned away from him and pressed my back into his chest. His cock slipped in between my cheeks. I liked it being there and gyrated my hips into him, feeling him against me. I bent slightly and his cock pressed against my virgin asshole.

D gripped my cock in his strong hands as he kissed my neck.

He began moving his hips back and forth and I felt his cock sliding under me, along my taint, tickling the underside of my aching balls.

His right hand left my cock and I felt it sliding along my body and in between my ass cheeks. Soapy fingers beykoz escort pressed against my pucker.

D kissed my neck and at the precise moment he tenderly bit my earlobe, he slipped a finger inside me. It startled me and I tensed.

D whispered to me.

“Relax, Baby Boy. Just relax and breathe. I’m not going to hurt you. If you want me to stop I will.’

His fingertip rested inside me.

Did I want this? Did I want him inside me? Did I want just his finger or did I want more?

I knew the answer and I as exhaled I relaxed and pressed into his hand. The finger inside me slipped in deeper and D kissed my neck. Another soapy finger probed and then entered me. D was stretching me. He was making me slippery. He was making me ready.

“What do you want?” he asked, three of his fingers stroking my insides now.

I grunted and pushed into his hand, fucking myself on his fingers.

“No, Baby Boy. You don’t want me to fuck you like this. What do you want? You’re going to have to say it.”

“I want your cock inside me, fucking me,” I said panting.

D removed his fingers. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the shower rack in front of me. He greased his cock with a generous amount of the gel and set the tube back next to the body wash.

D placed his hands on my hips and turned my body slightly.

“Spread your cheeks for me, Baby,” he said, kissing my neck.

I reached back and spread my cheeks for him.

I felt him inch closer and then I felt his cockhead press against my soapy virgin ring.

“Push out for me,” he said.

When I pushed out the fat head of his black cock slipped inside me. I gasped. D froze. We both did. His plum-sized head sat just inside my well-stretched hole. He waited for me to get used to the million sensations going through my body and brain.

It hurt. I’m not going to lie. I hurt, it felt wonderful and strange and alien and…natural? Is that the word I want to use? Was it natural to be feeling another man’s cock inside me?

D didn’t rush me. He stood there, just inside me, holding me and kissing me.

“I know it hurts but the pain is going to go away. I promise, Baby.”

I winced as he held me.

Then something incredible happened. The sharp pain became something different. Pleasure? Was it starting to feel good?

Fuck yes it was.

I exhaled and pushed back. Another inch of black cock slipped inside me and I moaned loudly.

D put his hands on my waist and pulled me to him. Inch by inch he slipped deeper inside me. I closed my eyes. I was no longer biting my bottom lip. My mouth was open in a silent O.

Soon I was pressed tightly against him. Every inch of his black cock was buried inside me. I could feel it pulsing. Again, D didn’t rush. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. He kissed my neck and asked if I was okay. I grunted that I was indeed.

He asked if I wanted more.

All I could do was grunt something that sounded like the word ‘more.’

Hot water from the shower head fell onto me. I closed my eyes and began rocking into D. I could feel his cock inside me and I began to grind into it. Back and forth, slowly at first, I was rocking back into him and then away from him. He placed his hands on my hips and let me do the work.

I bent slightly forward and felt another half inch slip deeper. Then I began to push back harder, fucking myself on his cock. A million electric pulses were shooting through my body. I pressed my shaking hands onto the tiled wall in front of me.

Then D spoke in a half whisper.

“Let me take it from here, Baby Boy.”

D turned off the water. The only steam masking the vanity mirror several feet away now was from the heat coming off of our bodies.

D tightened his grip on my hips. I braced myself. Possibly for some pain but I was sure it was going to be more of the same intense pleasure. If that was even possible.

I heard D’s breathing change. It was not as relaxed as it had been. It was more purposeful now. I cold feel his cock begin to slide out of me. It was pulling along through my insides slowly. When just the tip was at my no longer virgin, most private of openings, he stopped.

“Please,” was all I said in a breathy gasp.

He was more than happy to oblige me.

D thrust forward and every inch of his magnificent cock slid into me all the way to his balls. He grunted like a wild animal, like a lion fucking its mate. That what I was now I realized, his conquest.

I had no time to try and process what I was allowing to happen, what I wanted him to do to me. I was being fucked by another man. I bent slightly giving him more access. I submitted to him and to the power of his black cock.

D was fucking me more intensely now. His black ramrod was sliding back and forth inside me. I could feel his balls slapping into me.

My own cock was hard and aching and when the tip of D’s cock pressed into my magic button I screamed and shot my load onto the tiled floor of the shower.

D was nowhere near climaxing though. caddebostan escort He was fucking me with a ferocity which both excited and scared me.

This was a how a man fucks, my brain told me. This was a man’s cock fucking me. This was what my life had been missing.

I could hear his breathing change once again. He was close. His fingers dug into my skin. Then, with one powerful thrust, he began to cum.

I couldn’t feel his cock twitching any more. All I could feel was him spraying my insides with what felt like gallons of his thick load. I pressed back into him, wanting to take everything he had to offer me.

Finally his breathing slowed and I stood. With his cock still inside me, spasming and oozing out the last drops of his thunderous climax, I let my body melt into his. He wrapped his arms around me and we stood there, rocking into one another until his cock softened.

D pulled out and my well-stretched ass gaped with an exhausted sigh. I turned to face him and we embraced. Our spent cocks melded into one. I kissed him and he kissed me. My hands went to his ass and I felt it in my fingers. His hands went to mine. He was more tender.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, looking into my eyes, placing a soft kiss on lips.

“At first but it’s okay. The pain went away,” I said kissing his thick, sexy lips.


“Then the best thing ever happened,” I said, pulling him into me for a long, deep, wet, soft kiss.

“So you liked it?”

“Every inch of it,” I said.

D turned on the shower and we let the hot water wash away the scent of man sex. We soaped our bodies and kissed. We washed each other, exploring every inch, every crevice and curve. We kissed passionately until our cocks began to harden.

D turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He handed me a towel and we dried each other. By the time we walked into his bedroom we were both hard again.

He pulled down and we collapsed in a heap in the middle of the bed. My cock touched his and I saw sparks in my brain.

We kissed as our hands explored and caressed and tickled.

I swiveled my body so that we were in the classic 69 position.

I breathed in the musky aroma of his black beauty. I held it and admired how my white skin looked against his chocolate brown.

I kissed the top and slid my lips down over the head. It tasted clean, like soap.

D meanwhile was working my cock with his mouth and hands. He was wetting me with spit and making me slick. Within a second or two I was in his throat. It took me a little bit longer but soon was breathing through my nose as his girth filled my mouth and throat.

We sucked each like that for several minutes.

Finally D pulled off of me and told me to come to him. I licked my lips and chin. Then I obeyed like an eager puppy and crawled to him, my ass in the air.

He was lying on his back. His black cock strained to stay erect, fighting its own weight. It was bent slightly and he gripped it and straightened it. I could see it was slick with my spit and his precum.

D reached for a tube a lube from the nightstand. He put a good amount onto his cock and covered it. Then he handed me the tube. I knew what he wanted me to do.

I squeezed the tube and the clear gel puddled on the tips of the four fingers on my right hand. Then I reached around and slid my well-greased fingers into my asshole. I was still stretched from my shower fucking and my four fingers slipped in easily.

I prepared myself for him as he pumped my cock.

He was saying things like “That’s it. Make yourself wet for me, Baby Boy. I want to fuck you again.”

I wanted him to fuck me and I coated my ass with every bit of lube until some of it was leaking out of me.

Then I got onto all fours and waited.

I felt him shift on the bed. I arched my back and raised my ass to him. His fingers caressed my cheeks before landing on my hips. I pushed out for him, offering myself to him.

I felt his hardness slip between my cheeks. I was taking deep breaths. The anticipation was too much.

D’s cock pressed against my hungry hole and as I pushed out he slipped back inside me. Five inches slid into me and I heard him grunt. Two more inches, one more inch, and then I felt his body lean into me. D was inside me again, his black cock, his beautiful black cock was buried to his balls.

He hands held my hips and he waited.

I lowered my face to the bed and pushed back. D’s fingers dug into my skin but there was no pain. Any sensations, good or bad, were being overridden by the intense pleasure I was experiencing from having thick black cock massaging my insides.

D began to increase his strokes. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. His balls gently slapped against me.

My own cock was hard and aching. I dribbled onto the sheets under me.

Just when I thought D was going to erupt inside me he suddenly pulled out. My stretched asshole gasped for air.

He laid down and pulled me to him. As we spooned he slipped back inside me. He buried his cock to the balls in one long stroke.

He kissed my necks as he gyrated his hips. His hands went to my throbbing cock and he pumped me to the rhythm of his fucking. I could do nothing but let the lighting bolts from his black beauty ricochet throughout my body.

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